Stuuuuupid

Last night I had an enjoyable evening in Manitou. Thinking it may be about time to head home, I looked out the window to find that it had begun to snow and had already snowed several inches. The last thing I saw when I looked before was some light rain. It felt as though in a span of about 10 minutes the world was covered in half a foot of snow. At that time I realized that it was more than time to head home.

I went out to the car, cleared the windows and the lights and began driving. It sucked. A lot. I could barely see where the street was let alone read the street sign covered in snow. Now, I don't spend too much time in Manitou but I've been there enough to know how to get home...or so I thought. I went what I thought was the right way and got onto hwy 24. Not too long into the 30 mph drive on 24 did I realize that I was not heading the direction of my home, but I was in fact heading West, up the mountain.

It was a very long, slow, nerve racking drive trying to find a safe place to turn around. There was a very long line of traffic behind me and I was driving very slowly trying to keep the sliding/almost wrecking to a minimum. I was super pissed as I approached the Smokey the Bear sign telling me the fire danger was low because I wanted nothing more than for Smokey to be a gas station. Not only had I driven approximately 25 miles in the opposite direction of my home, I did so with the fuel light blinking telling me I needed gas.

Where, you may ask, did I finally turn around?!? I drove all the way to Crystola before I felt comfortable turning around. Even then I wasn't positive that I was not going to be driving over a median to get to the East-bound lanes of 24 hwy. Soon after I turned around I was feeling a little better knowing I was going to right direction. I saw some break lights and hazard lights ahead. I slowed down and saw a cop in the middle of the left lane with a flashlight. He looked as though he was guiding the traffic around the other stopped cars. As I got closer I still wasn't sure, so I slowly prepared to pass the other cars. At that point he started yelling at me, the jerk! I rolled down my window, told him he wasn't making any sense and he told me to calm down. I wanted to get out and slap him. He had no idea the fragile Lauren he was dealing with at that point. I rolled up my window and started crying. I was sure that I was going to run out of gas and freeze and die 25 miles away from home.

As you may have guessed, I didn't die. After being stopped for about 10-15 minutes we began to move again. I stopped at the first gas station I saw. I got home only 2 1/2 hours after I left Manitou. Isn't that a stupid story?

Girls weekend!

A few weeks ago Rachel, Emily, Erin and Amanda came to Colorado for a quick weekend trip. Being with them is such a good thing for my heart! We had a great time! Can't wait until our next reunion in June..then July!!

Young Adult Snow Camp!

snowshoeing

broom balling